Just a short note

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Today's picture is of Twist, at the South Park off-leash are on Wednesday, 3/18. In a twist, no pun intended, the only other dogs there were a couple of lumbering Great Danes. Very playful, but Holli was intimidated. My girls aren't used to being smaller than any other hound in the park. Still, we had fun. Girls ran and I watched for chickadees and titmice.

Carl & I went to see "I Love You, Man" today. Cute, but I'm not sure why the Post-Gazette's fairly conservative film critic  gave it such a thumbs up. It would be nice if, in America, we could get away from the creepy stereotypes of dumb sexed up men and dumb  women enabling them (OK, that's the production money talking, I'm sure).  Other main characters in the movie? Man-cave. Dog poop. Rush. Lou Ferrigno.

Whatever happened to the grownups? Today's Parade magazine in Sunday's paper had an interview with Mary Tyler Moore, who is 72. Which I cannot believe. I remember the closing credits of "The Mary Tyler Moore  Show" featured her, in a jacket and long evening skirt, hair up in a bun, walking down a Minneapolis street hand-in-hand with (I think) her then-husband, Grant Tinker, and as the score winds down, she leans her head on his shoulder. Fade-out.

How grown up. The show was about Mary and her life as a single woman making her way, which she did. She had friends, quirky acquaintances, lovers and delightful, funny, infuriating coworkers. Her life was not about sheltering herself from the world in a tight circle of friends. Sure, she was looking for a man, but she was not going to settle. And the person she was looking for would not be someone who would settle either. The courtships were complicated and sometimes elaborate, but never ever of the crude kind of hookup that makes "I Love You, Man" seem like  such a failed effort. They went for the laughs and the gags, and could have done better. Friends aren't easy to find. The idea of making one deserves a little more respect.

OK. Rant over. The closing credits (stick around for them) were fun and whoever played the gay architect deserves some sort of special Oscar.

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